I really loved that twist on the last chapter.. Did I fool anyone? No? haha oh well, enjoy this very lovely chapter. I love it so much and I hope you do too!

Suzanne Collins.. The Hunger Games.. There's only so many ways a person can phrase this.

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I'm crying and thrashing around and trying to cast away all images of Peeta trying to hurt me. I know I have to deal with the fact I said I loved him in my nightmare, but I can't. The tears just won't stop and I'm about to throw up. I open my eyes to discover I am in fact in my room, on my bed. I don't look around for fear of who else is in here with me. I throw off the covers and race to my bathroom. I did get a glimpse of my room and ushered a sigh of relief when no one was there.

I hate the feeling of throwing up. It feels like someone is pulling my soul out of my body and I have to hold onto anything to keep it inside me. After the contents of my stomach are fully deposited, I just lean myself onto the toilet. For fear I'd get sick all over again I stay in this position, arms draped over the edge and my face pushed against the porcelain.

Then I hear quiet knocking on the bathroom door. My body freezes and for a moment I almost get sick again.

Then I hear his voice and the feeling somewhat goes away, "Katniss? Are you okay?"

"Yeah" is all I croak out. "Can I come in?" He asks. I panic a little. No, this isn't your dream, he's the boy with the bread and he would never hurt you. I tell myself that a few more times before I speak. "Yes, sure, but I'm warning you, I look and feel like hell."

He ignores that last part and comes in anyways. He crouches to the floor and puts a hand on my back, rubbing it to help. I close my eyes because this feels nice, and it doesn't feel like I'm the one with the wounds and a weak stomach. Just then I remember my arm and the nightmare. I look at it and it has a clean dressing with no blood seeping through. My arm may be fine, but my leg is a different story. I do see a little blood, it must have been only a small dot, but it was enough to get my stomach turning. I throw up again and Peeta is holding my stray hair that has come out of my braid.

When I finish I feel so bad that Peeta had to be here for this, "I'm sorry, this isn't very pretty.." I hear him chuckle. "It's okay, I think you're beautiful." I just look up at him, and he looks different than in my nightmare. He looks so free and is smiling. He doesn't have a cut above his eyebrow and his hair is a little tamer. I prefer this face to the one in my dream.

I begin to get up, completely ignoring his last comment. I start to wobble due to the dizziness that consumes me. He catches me with ease and holds me to his chest. I just wrap my arms around him and let him hold me here. It's warm here and I never want to leave. I notice his shirt has changed from the previous day. Now he's wearing a light blue shirt that is soft against my face. All thoughts on my nightmare leave me and I know this boy here does love me. Prim was right.

Before I could think anymore on that my wounded leg gives out, the pain was just too much. Peeta gathers me in his arms once more and he brings me down stairs to the kitchen. I'm confused as to what he's doing when he sets me on the table and I understand. My mother used to do the same thing with her patients; she would have them get on the table so she could examine them further. This is what Peeta was doing now. He propped my leg up and undid the now unclean bandage. I look only at his face so I don't get sick once again.

"Where did you learn to take care of people so well?" I ask. He still keeps his eyes on what he's doing and he replies, "From my dad. He was great at fixing up our scratches and cuts. He was a good man that took care of my brothers and I when we got roughed up by our mother.." At that my heart went out to him. Peeta's mother was never kind and I saw that when he threw me the bread. I never understood how his father could stay with a woman like that, or what made her so hurtful. "I'm sorry she hurt you so much." He actually looked up at me then, "Thank you, but it is okay now, I am who I am and I get to be with you."

Why does he say these things? I know why, and I don't even pretend that I don't.

I lay there while he applies some medicine, unknown to me, on my leg and bandages it again with fresh supplies. "Where did you get all of this?" It has been on my mind since I saw the new wrappings. "Haymitch saw me carrying you out of the woods and was actually really worried for you. He told me he had some bandages in his house and that he'd bring them over here. I did have your arm and leg wrapped in my t shirt, but I knew that wouldn't last and I think Haymitch knew this as well. He said he would get me a change of clothes and gave me what sterile supplies he had. When he came back he said he had ordered more to be sent. They came in this morning and that is why I wasn't there when you woke up."

I don't know what to say, but I know I owe Haymitch some bottles of white liquor.

Peeta helps me up, slowly this time as to not make me woozy again. When I am standing, leaning against the table, he wraps his arms around me once again like he can't seem to stop holding me. I don't mind. Then he whispers, "I was so scared, Katniss. I thought you were gone." I put my arms around him and rub his back, this time hoping it is comforting him. "I'll never let you go, Peeta." At this his tears began to fall. We stay like this for a long time.

Then someone is knocking at the door and I part from Peeta only to be met by another familiar face at the door.

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OOOOOOhhhhhhh who's at the door? Anyone? Thoughts? Ahhhh I loved this chapter haha and things are going to pick up now. Please review and tell me what you think! Thank you for reading! And thank you so much for the great reviews.. They make me happy. And a spelling mistake was pointed out in chapter 6.. sorry I never noticed!